At the age of 12, Quinn's uncle put a bass in his hands and cranked James Brown on full blast. His life was forever changed. Around the same age, another subversive uncle began sending mix-tapes of Devo and 80's punk rock. The slope got slipperier yet when the 13 year old opened a BMG account that resulted in early appetite for debt and an eclectic collection of everything from Thelonius Monk and Mr. Bungle, to the Digible Planets. What was an inspired but mixed up kid supposed to do but grab for everything? Over years as a player and then a beat maker, the influences expanded beyond bass into the pursuit of recording and production. With an education in bass and composition, and some big dreams, the western kid packed up and moved to New York City. The Creamery took shape when he had outgrown the britches of his Brooklyn bedroom "studio" and he collectively built a space for co-creating great music with great musicians.

Jeff Fettig

Producer / Engineer

Fire-breathing guitars and piano strings struck with Meadowlark beaks. Drums like the wind just past the BQE. Have you heard the ocean from the ears of a Sea turtle, or a swarm of air conditioners fulfilling their destiny from a dirty hammock? Voices live like angels from both sides of the surface. Be bigger than this reality, but don't forget it. Make today sound like tomorrow without forgetting what we're made of.